I stood in the kitchen this messy morning. Making breakfast with my daughter. A couple nights ago we had celebrated our messianic passover. It was beautiful and sunk us deep into His word. Learning from the past and leaning into the future.
As families around the nation are awaking and children are eagerly coming down the stairs to see what the Easter Bunny has left them, I weep. My heart hurts that they are searching intently for the things of this world and not for the One Who is greater than His creation. Continue Reading…